Текст песни Елена Ханпира - Плащ Лютиэн

From sleepy grass , out of the fog lowland ,
From the peaks of snow to create, my cloak .
Widows tear of maiden dreams
Invisible as the air and quiet, like crying.

Strands of my hair
The yarns are hidden ,
Sweet and bitter berries dew ,
Storm autumn , spring thunderstorm ,
The blood and hope and doubt .

From sleepy grass , out of the fog lowland ,
From the peaks of snow to create, my cloak .
Tears of the widows of girlish dreams
Invisible as air and quiet as my cry .

Eyes tired ,
Fingers do not feel
Maybe I weave you in your trouble ...